ONE HUNDRED FOUR

[tehpuck]

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[He's been making noise for the past half-hour, mumbling in a miriad of languages, all snipplets of words or long-past conversations. Suffice to say, he's hardly coherent. This isn't a movie, he won't awaken in seconds, gaining conciousness is slow, now

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[ishiah]

[The sidelong glance doesn't have to travel far to reach it's target; Ishiah is lying on the opposite side of the bed, above the covers, his body having finally threatened to set itself into the chair still drawn up beside. He doesn't meet the look, however, not pulling his focus from the blank ceiling white.]

Thirty six hours, approximately.

[No need to check the clock.]

[ishiah]

[Siiigh.] Don't make me sit on you, I doubt either of us would find it comfortable. I didn't want to sleep.

[tehpuck]

[Snap, glare, huff (again). He stops attempting escape, but now back on alert, again, not letting himself get comfortable. A face rested in a palm, though, frowning.]

I really can't blame you, as creepy as it is, you watching me sleep; I'm told I look rather perfect in such an act.

[His face lacks the smile it's usually given to when making an egotistical remark, though, he's still... confused.]

[ishiah]

[Ishiah doesn't have the patience necessary to explain that yet again Robin appears to be playing this game against himself. He does note the switch back to readiness, awaiting the next move.]

Perfection somewhat tarnished by the snoring.

[tehpuck]

[Whatever part of Robin that wasn't frowning, it is now. He flops his head back into the pillows, rubbing his temples (drama, again!), groaning. He mumbles,]

You, of course, have to make everything difficult.

[And, now, to test Ishiah's inexplicable good temper. Forest green eyes narrow, grinning on a vulpine face.] But, only somewhat.

[ishiah]

Only somewhat.

[Ishiah agrees surprisingly readily, looking down to worry at a loose thread on the cuff of his dove grey shirt, with no expression obvious to show whether he's teasing.]

In general you're far more tolerable when asleep.

[tehpuck]

[And Robin is surprised, and too tired and comfortable in Ishiah's stupid bed to hide the momentary ripples of that surprise on his face. And when he makes those, in turn, disappear, he cocks his head,]

Only to those not born with the capabilities needed to fully enjoy, experience and appreciate my inner and outer brilliance.

[ishiah]

[Have a snort of 'heard it all before but I'll let it amuse me this time'. It is customary to humor the sick.]

You're feeling better.

[Ishiah absently pushes the hair out of his eyes.]

[tehpuck]

[Robin siiiighs,] Being reminded of one's perfection does tend to brighten the mood of-

[And then he sees the spreading bruise on Ishiah's face. For the second time yet, whatever was smiling melts into a frown.] What did you- Ishiah.

[Ishiah's welfare has been one of the few constants, since Babylon. Robin messes up, Ishiah's usually fine.]

[ishiah]

[Fine in the most easily understood sense of the word -- and he still is, perfectly. The curtain, both hair and stoicism, falls back into place with a shrug.]

Hardly life threatening.

[tehpuck]

[But Robin is a dramatic bastard, and very easily drawn in by the physical, shallower traits.]

Well, obviously. [He reassures himself,] What did he do, thwack you with the flat edge?

[ishiah]

The hilt, as I took his sword. [It's matter of fact, though there is almost some respect for the fight put up. Not that he wouldn't have sooner seen the bastard fall at the first blow.]

[tehpuck]

Alright. [He turns away, silent. Gotta think on this.]

[Yes, Ishiah,you can comment on how you just shut him up.]

[Of course, in the process of that silence, his eyes droop, and, finally, close. Is he asleep? Probably somewhere near it.]

[ishiah]

[No comment, but duly noted and nothing remarkable. There are reasons he usually hides the scar, and very few of them aesthetic.]

[Ishiah has, still, a little resolve left. Just enough worry to keep his own eyes open until Robin's close. Eventually he lets his head tip forward, resting his forehead in the curve of a palm and feeling the pulse thud at his temple. Sleep. It's a nice idea.]

[tehpuck]

[And, though he would've woken up up prodded at all, Ishiah's silence sends him to sleep.]

[Though not for long. Eyes flutter open, and... he just watches. What was that phrase, turnabout is... not that he cares about fair, mind, Robin's just curious.]

[And, though confused, he's strangely calm in Ishiah's presence. Which is... nice.]

[ishiah]

[In total Ishiah drifts for perhaps forty minutes before something pulls him back. The lack of comfort in position, unconscious awareness that he's being watched, maybe the low, unsettling worry he hasn't quite let unknot from his stomach.]

[The gasp and unfocused, startled look up to the bed could be the clue as to exactly which wakes him.]